brilliantly sunny day, with blue skies and snow like
thick icing topping every surface as far as the eye
Attila did eventually get the road cleared, the driveway cleared and the car in the driveway. He worked into the night clearing snow from the yard, deck and the roof of the porch. The snow was at least four feet deep on the roof of the porch and Attila feared that when the snow on the roof above fell on it, the porch might collapse. It is all sorted for now. Attila came into the house quite late, ate a snack and collapsed into a deep sleep.
Today I bundled up and headed out the door for a walk. I didn't get far. After reaching the end of the driveway I realized the plough had added a foot of icy snow across the entrance to the drive. I grabbed the shovel and cleared it out. My back is a bit stiff, and my arms are aching something awful. It was worth it though. A little bit of control over the effects of all this weather is good for the soul.
I am working on my second jigsaw puzzle, again sitting in the sunlight. The sunlight is a tonic for cabin fever. Not a cure mind, just a tonic.
The weekend is supposed to bring more snow and rain as well. The roads will probably be horrid again. I hope we can get out for supplies though. That weekly visit to the checkout counter at the grocery store is as much of a social life as I am going to get.
Mist has found a soft, warm place to sleep in the spare room. She has gotten into the routine of winter and is busy settling down for a long winter's nap, on a daily basis. Every so often she rouses herself, wanders over to the front of the fireplace and sits staring at me, letting me know that the fire needs to be lit. If it is at all cool in the house, she will escalate her efforts by approaching my chair. She will sit staring at me, quietly at first. If I do not respond immediately she will begin to yowl. She will not be mollified by conversation, only a cuddle will do and a promise to build a fire when Attila gets home.
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The view this morning.
Sittin' on Top of the World
by Geoff Bartley
By The Easy Chair
The Forsyte Saga
by John Galsworthy
"History will be kind to me for I intend to write it."
Sir Winston Churchill
(1874 - 1965)
Pressure: 102.0 kPa rising
Visibility: 14.5 km
Humidity: 82 %
Wind Chill: -17
Wind: NW 9 km/h
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